Mornings bright with amber light
Seduce with the promise of possibility
Like a new lover you so want to believe
Despite the red flags of ambiguity.

And then comes night, stars delight
In the darkness that brings hope to its end,
And your tired heart knows the lesson it is fated to learn
As you retire to the cold and empty of your bed.

But daylight returns like an optimistic friend,
“Get up,” it says. “Let’s try this again!”

-Jennifer Cusumano